International Repetitive Stress Injury Awareness Day (700)
Feb 28, 2021 20:09:08 GMT -5
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Post by Azurine Vebbins on Feb 28, 2021 20:09:08 GMT -5
Their promotional material opens with Pineapple Promenade performing synchronized Release German Suplexes. While Nidrah and Azurine Vebbins haven’t tagged for as long as Two Gents or Red, White, and Bruised, their sense of timing appears stopwatch precise. Various models of grappling dummies litter the gym floor like oppositional trash talk. After a dozen demonstrations, “Big Swoon” and “Da Damsel in Dat Dress” begin tagging drills. Considering how this pay-per-view performance is booked, Vebbins and Nidrah practice several scenarios. Such scenarios include traditional hand-to-hand, back blind, shoulder blind, boot-to-hand, and what babyfaces do best: the diving hot tag. For added aptitude, both beauties display unorthodox methods. Azurine claps her hands behind an imaginary referee’s back. Meanwhile, Nidrah accidentally spanks her partner while she’s running the ropes. “The Sarong Strong Samoan” feigns intolerable ignorance to an off-camera official played by director Michael Istantaneo. “Da Adorkable Angel” determines this would be an apropos break for addressing their audience.
Azurine Vebbins: Bienvenue, Battlefield: Battlebowl Bally-Hoosiers! Do you suffer naggin’ injuries sustained from liftin’ enormous egos, bendin’ blunt banter, and/or grippin’ golden opportunities colleagues claim are radically outside your reach? Do you happily hustle, beautifully bustle, and tastefully tussle when approachin’ hostile headquarters? Was I recommended to practice wid weight-liftin’ gloves, batter elbow guards, and volleyball knee pads? While remarkably rhetorical, chanters oughta answer in da affirmative to all of dese inquiries.
Since Sunday’s International Repetitive Stress Injury Awareness Day, I remove risks by bein’ properly protected. “‘Big Swoon” elected not rockin’ da elbow guards. She doesn’t deliver dose as often. Den again, when Nidrah drops one on a dummy, I sweetly suggest she slip it on. My Polynesian protectrix is plenty prepared for “pulp”-er-i-zin’ our adversaries into palate-pleasin’ poi. Yes, da second-half of dat sentiment might be gimmick-heavy hyperbole, but Nidrah’s ready to rumba.
Moreover, Pineapple Promenade’s painstakin’-ly plied ourselves as credible contenders. We now transition into an Action Wrestlin’ Cruiserweight Tag Team Title-toutin’ tandem. Dat’s da only outcome which produces a potent, pleasure-positive prescription. Alternatives such as Two Cents retainin’ or Shred, Smite, and Rused gainin’ anoder reign adversely affect our audience.
Briefcase in point, who are gaudier gloaters dan Karlie Nash and Nikki Vaughn? One mounts conned cougars and malice-minded mod-ders. Donations to depravity, she’s probably ensnared my estranged mom Audrey by now. Her accomplice, meanwhile, alleges an affair wid an above-average ad-lete. I’m surprised neider deals wid carpal tunnel crampin’ considerin’ all da cacophonic canoodlin’ dey claim. Access granted, Nidrah and I’ve been discussin’ distribution for a passion project of ours titled “Applied Affection Aerobics Va-Va-Volume One.” Da hour-long presentation emphasizes edutainment over tactless titillation. Still, deyr’s genuine giddiness as we collaboratively chatter on couples combat choreography.
By contrast, Karlie Nash sounds like she C-sharp shifted towards Unreliable Narrator Mode. It’s eider dat or she consciously chose “hard reboot” comic book continuity, y’know? If memory serves correct, she drew infernal increments of hellfire heat for da followin’ faux pas: A. Ms. Nash courted a brash, blonde blusterella while she shoelace-tied da knot wid a trio of trustin’ partners. 2. She ran or may still be runnin’ a ridiculed religious racket. On our most recent episode of CruiserClash she refuted all protests made against her. Some-din’ she’ll have difficulty denyin’? Gettin’ smote in satisfyin’ fashion via an exhilaratin’-ly executed Pacific Rim from Nidrah and I. Likewise, Vaughn should seriously receive a takedown for torrid triflin’. If dis showdown happened on anoder night, I’d say you two could get matchin’ neck braces. However, since we’re discussin’ Repetitive Stress Injuries, a fleetin’ feelin’ of psychological paralysis would be preferable.
Of course if “Big Swoon” and hers truly wanna etch an indelible impression on record books, den Dos Diente must be drilled into defeat. Andre Jenson and Teo Blaze are da current Cruiserweight Tag Champions. Bode believe Pineapple Promenade break best under da brutal brunt of Two Gents’ banality. Called dem Two Cents earlier given da Denticle Fairy’d pay a pretty penny for any of deyr crummy chompers. To reiterate, dough, my hotter half and I don’t intend to cripple dose limp LARPin’ lummoxes. Accidents happen. Plus, when every-din’s wrapped up, wouldn’t everyone be at ease pickin' perennial play-it-safers securin’ straps onto deyr waists?
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Azurine Vebbins: Bienvenue, Battlefield: Battlebowl Bally-Hoosiers! Do you suffer naggin’ injuries sustained from liftin’ enormous egos, bendin’ blunt banter, and/or grippin’ golden opportunities colleagues claim are radically outside your reach? Do you happily hustle, beautifully bustle, and tastefully tussle when approachin’ hostile headquarters? Was I recommended to practice wid weight-liftin’ gloves, batter elbow guards, and volleyball knee pads? While remarkably rhetorical, chanters oughta answer in da affirmative to all of dese inquiries.
Since Sunday’s International Repetitive Stress Injury Awareness Day, I remove risks by bein’ properly protected. “‘Big Swoon” elected not rockin’ da elbow guards. She doesn’t deliver dose as often. Den again, when Nidrah drops one on a dummy, I sweetly suggest she slip it on. My Polynesian protectrix is plenty prepared for “pulp”-er-i-zin’ our adversaries into palate-pleasin’ poi. Yes, da second-half of dat sentiment might be gimmick-heavy hyperbole, but Nidrah’s ready to rumba.
Moreover, Pineapple Promenade’s painstakin’-ly plied ourselves as credible contenders. We now transition into an Action Wrestlin’ Cruiserweight Tag Team Title-toutin’ tandem. Dat’s da only outcome which produces a potent, pleasure-positive prescription. Alternatives such as Two Cents retainin’ or Shred, Smite, and Rused gainin’ anoder reign adversely affect our audience.
Briefcase in point, who are gaudier gloaters dan Karlie Nash and Nikki Vaughn? One mounts conned cougars and malice-minded mod-ders. Donations to depravity, she’s probably ensnared my estranged mom Audrey by now. Her accomplice, meanwhile, alleges an affair wid an above-average ad-lete. I’m surprised neider deals wid carpal tunnel crampin’ considerin’ all da cacophonic canoodlin’ dey claim. Access granted, Nidrah and I’ve been discussin’ distribution for a passion project of ours titled “Applied Affection Aerobics Va-Va-Volume One.” Da hour-long presentation emphasizes edutainment over tactless titillation. Still, deyr’s genuine giddiness as we collaboratively chatter on couples combat choreography.
By contrast, Karlie Nash sounds like she C-sharp shifted towards Unreliable Narrator Mode. It’s eider dat or she consciously chose “hard reboot” comic book continuity, y’know? If memory serves correct, she drew infernal increments of hellfire heat for da followin’ faux pas: A. Ms. Nash courted a brash, blonde blusterella while she shoelace-tied da knot wid a trio of trustin’ partners. 2. She ran or may still be runnin’ a ridiculed religious racket. On our most recent episode of CruiserClash she refuted all protests made against her. Some-din’ she’ll have difficulty denyin’? Gettin’ smote in satisfyin’ fashion via an exhilaratin’-ly executed Pacific Rim from Nidrah and I. Likewise, Vaughn should seriously receive a takedown for torrid triflin’. If dis showdown happened on anoder night, I’d say you two could get matchin’ neck braces. However, since we’re discussin’ Repetitive Stress Injuries, a fleetin’ feelin’ of psychological paralysis would be preferable.
Of course if “Big Swoon” and hers truly wanna etch an indelible impression on record books, den Dos Diente must be drilled into defeat. Andre Jenson and Teo Blaze are da current Cruiserweight Tag Champions. Bode believe Pineapple Promenade break best under da brutal brunt of Two Gents’ banality. Called dem Two Cents earlier given da Denticle Fairy’d pay a pretty penny for any of deyr crummy chompers. To reiterate, dough, my hotter half and I don’t intend to cripple dose limp LARPin’ lummoxes. Accidents happen. Plus, when every-din’s wrapped up, wouldn’t everyone be at ease pickin' perennial play-it-safers securin’ straps onto deyr waists?
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